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I HAVE A THEORY FINALLY I CAN SHARE IT YIPPEE
Buckle up chucklefucks this is going to be very long!
So basically, I imagine it as mainly little things. I'm pretty sure he was mostly whole until Catholic guilt and or moral compass stated setting in. (And absolutely Janus and Patton had a hand in it BUT NOT IN THE WAY YOU THINK)
Romulus as I lovingly refer to him was probably just doing what he does it is his job yk and so were the others. As you grow up you start thinking about more mature things, but Thomas has it bad with intrusive thoughts at a young age (me too buddy) and because of what he was taught according to Logan that thought is a precursor to action, he is immediately Very Scared because he is a child and also now believes he's awful (bye bye self esteem!) and starts separating the good ideas from the bad ones because of his sense of Morality (See, not directly his fault, but Patton absolutely was scared of Romulus in some way because he was scared Thomas would be a bad person because of him) and as such Romulus' thoughts start to separate on their own, fun. And then Patton starts fully leaning into repression without really knowing it, making them worse. A good amount of having intrusive thoughts, recoiling at yourself, mentally washing your hands, begging for forgiveness, call yourself disgusting, repeat, ect. (I hate this part so much) And then as a response to Thomas' distress, Janus (yay she arrives) tries to hide away the bad parts to shield him, not knowing what that would do. Because you can't really separate Romulus' ideas from him. They're practically parts of his body, his own essence given form. (At this point he isn't the ego, just Thomas' Creativity, hopes and dreams.) So it's like trying to unbake a cake.
Or is it? (Vsauce music here)
Romulus' ideas are like extensions of himself really (not physically let me say.. just a very strong emotional attachment, that is very Very special to him on a deeply personal level yfm?) so really having them being constantly rejected time and time again with some of them being accepted for a reason you can't fathom (because this criteria of good Vs bad is very confusing bc he doesn't really understand it well, he's not Morality) must do wonders for your self worth especially if it's for seemingly no reason, bc I'm saying that he doesn't really know the difference between "good" and "bad" ideas (and I don't think remus or Roman do either for reasons I'm not explaining here) so he probably hates himself (which is the ripping himself apart thing) a whole lot and not to mention Thomas, the person he does everything for, exists for, hates his ideas as well. So you can imagine how this might lead to some.... Emotional and or mental breakdown that has great physical symptoms. (The Split, I'm saying, was this.)
Because self hate isn't very good for a child or a developing ego I can imagine that Janus is trying and failing to find some way to hide what Romulus is from Thomas without taking away all of his creativity. And Patton is grappling with trying to keep Thomas good, fueled by Catholic guilt. So as a result of the pressure.. Romulus breaks. Literally. It was building all that time until something, which I personally headcanon as Thomas himself, unconsciously separated the parts of his creativity.
(Side tangent > I also think because of the fact that Thomas said himself "creativity is about.. butterflies, and magic!" And not "whatever that is" referring to Remus' stuff, it must have caused some big identity issues, which might have also caused problems and made it worse.)
(another, this time abt Janus: I feel like his base ability is just: hide stuff to protect Thomas. Hide stuff like lying, hide the bad things from him as was said in Can Lying be Good and also Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts, and so he HAS to hide bad things from Thomas that he doesn't want to know, like Romulus, but he can't, but he has to, feedback loop where he cannot do his job, feels inferior, am I making sense please?????)
And then bam, Roman and Remus arrive, and they're in two little chunks of "good stuff" and "bad stuff" and easy for Janus to separate and hide from both Thomas and Patton. (Because I feel like Patton is more of an escapist at this point, he'd rather not know or think of bad stuff and just help Thomas be good) And then that's really the beginning of the end for the unity of the Sides yk? Everybody is calm (Patton, Janus, Logan & Twins) until Remus starts his usual stuff, Patton thinks everything is fine before seeing how Remus is, and then he's scared, and Thomas is scared because he's bad, and so Janus has to hide him away, still going between the two and stuff before he really starts to think lying is bad and then Janus has to hide himself, and that's really the second Split, and as such the dark sides are formed lol. (I imagine orange is there in the darkness from being long repressed even before Remus and Janus go there.) And then Virgil comes along and the rest is history.
fuck that was long. I didn't mean for it to be this long. I might trim it down idk bc it devolved into a timeline of a Split Fic I'm writing atm.... but whatever here you go
#If you read through all of this I love and cherish you#Wow that was a lot#Sorry for yapping#I'm very autistic about this subject if you couldn't tell#This has been sitting in my notes and also my head for AGES#Because I've had the ideas but can't write them into a fic#Atleast not quickly enough for my liking#So they've just been rotting up here#ae's musings#ae's reposts#sanders sides#thomas sanders#c!thomas#janus sanders#Romulus Sanders#creativitwins#roman sanders#remus sanders#patton sanders#sanders sides theory#fan theory#Theory#Aughhh so much writing#Sending off this post into the world like a dove I nursed back to health#Be free#Going to Ao3 now..#I'm tired
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hey. hey isat fandom.
#isat#in stars and time#poll#ramblings#oc#isat siffrin#isat loop#isat mirabelle#isat isabeau#isat odile#isat bonnie#i'll go first:#im a sucker for isabeau.#he just. aughhh. i feel like he's the type of character that a lot of people kinda write off as just being head-over-heels for siffrin#and yeah. that totally is an aspect of his character. but THERE'S SO MUCH MORE. he's such a complex character and i love him#i would go on a full tag ramble but ive rambled about isa before and there are a lot of better rambles then i could do about him out there
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What would lighter be like with a reader who has bad insomnia/is a big night owl? I love ur writing btw
i’m a really big night owl but personally, i don’t have insomnia. i do think that he would stay up with you though, listen to whatever’s on your mind or just accompany you as you do some work.
he’d keep himself busy but his eyes flicker to you quite often in the darkness of the room. he’d perk up a little when you’re mumbling to yourself, buried under whatever work you’ve got. he isn’t one to actually bother you but if you called out his name, he’d reply in an instant.
if you’re having difficulty sleeping, suffering from insomnia, i think he’d be more than willing to stay awake with you. maybe not all the time but frequent enough to make sure that you eventually get some rest. his voice is raspy and there are definitely moments where he’s responding to you while half awake but he would stroke your arm gently, hoping it’d help calm you down. small massages, soft whispering, he’s doing everything he can to create an environment that allows your mind and body to wind down and sleep.
he’ll most probably oversleep but as long as you’re getting your rest and he’s the last thing before you close your eyes, then staying up is well worth it to him.
#lumiresponds ˚✧₊⁎☆#lighter zzz#zzz lighter#lighter lorenz#SORRY FOR HOW BAD I’VE BEEN WRITING AUGHHH#idk if its writers block but i just feel so down when i type stuff out#BUT I LOVE THINKING ABOUT LIGHTER#I JUST CANNOT PUT IT INTO WORDS#like lighter is on my mind pretty frequently#we’re getting so close to his release too#I LOVE HIM SO BAD BUT GUYS I JUST CANNOT WRITE FOR SOME REASON I HATE ITTT#i hate myself so baddd im so sorry i feel so bad#but just know i still very much love lighter
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thinking about Bodkin again bc I mean,,, ALL THE SYMBOLISM OHHHHHGH. i NEED some tumblr film analysis hobbyists to watch this show and tell me all the themes n such
#yes I’m making all these posts in a row#it’s bc I’m obsessed atm#mypost#Bodkin#bodkin netflix#PLEASSEEEEE#WHY DID THE PAPER MACHE HEAD LOOK LIKE GILBERT#CAN WE HAVE AN IN-DEPTH CONVERSATION ABOUT EVERYTHING ABOUT GILBERT BEING FORCED TO SWALLOW/CHOKE ON HIS WORDS (recorder) BUT THAT SOUND—HIS#STORY (HIS pov. however ‘abstract’ and detatched from consequence it may have been) BEING WHAT CATCHES EMMY AND DOVEs ATTENTION TO SAVE HIM#. LIKE#OUGHHHHHWJEHQIHSJSBWJXNAJSNNQJZNWHXJWHXJEBXNDUSBJS#AND THE WOLF IMAGERY PLS SOMEONE TELL ME ABOUT THAT#IS THERE MORE THAN THE SURFACE? what do I not understand? as im writing this out am thinking: ok its cause dove is a lone wolf#WAITTTT WAIT OMFG AND when she remembers that her mom told her to howl when she was lost… bc wolves actually have family and I’m p sure the#lone wolf thing is a myth… after she realizes that she’s not alone and she can choose to interact#GOD GRAHHHHH IM GOING CRAZY OVER THIS SHOW#other things I’m thinking abt (will maybe make a post abt?)#OUGH YEAH OK dove symbolism: wolf/lone wolf. sunglasses/shielding herself (OUGH AND SHE PICKS UP THAT XTRA LAYER OF DEFENCE WHEN SHE COMES#BACK TO HOMELAND/familiar space… bc she’s vulnerable to her past here…. hrahhh#. also LMFAO when she calls the sheriff a piggy#hrmmmmm aughhh I want to dissect Gilbert and Seamus’s friendship oughhh#ok wait even more on Dove: I want to dig into when she calls Emmy Emmy vs Sizargd (will have to look up the spelling whoops) —was it always#blatant manipulation? how much of it is a reflection of what she is? hrmmmm there’s so much there I think#another Q: why did Emmy call the tech guy Shitpants again at the end? ik there were the stakes I just wanna dig into her character more. why#would she say the shitpants thing instead of manipulating him in other ways? (not saying her was was unreasonable at all lol-j wanna dig#into her character.#OH prob something abt the whole ‘her needing to release her anger’ thing? idk ahh I want to analyze her more
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fighting the urge to give 90% of my sims the loyal trait bc they're all hopelessly devoted to the people they love. this says nothing about me btw
#taking a break from screenshots and editing is making me think about my ocs and writing so much lore#i'm so emotionally attached to them but i can't share anything bc i'll spoil it aughhh#*mina.txt
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@youjustfeelthemforever hello dear friend who is holding me at gunpoint <3
*deep breath* IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY- I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX IT IM SAVING AS MANY AS I CAN *sob* *wails*
also ok, not a ship, THEY'RE FAMILY!!! but i need to inflict a bit of Blake lore on you now
so Blake is a Diamond, diamonds are a special category of guardians of which there are only 4 at a time (hence the ♦️diamond symbol lol)
they stand in "tecnically immortal" territory, they dont die of old age* , but theres definitely been diamond deaths before, at which point a new one comes into existence somewhere on earth, growing up as normal until the horrors start acting up <3
*i mean they *could* die of old age but theyre yet to find that one out lmao
Blake grows up as an only child to a commoner family in the Time´s end era (so a couple centuries behind modern time), after a particularly bad encounter with a Void, he decides he's getting away from them and only coming back when he knows how to handle himself and protect them.
problem is so many things happen after this, that what was *supposed* to be a short journey gets overshadowed by the mass memory wipe and world rearrangement (fun!) so he never got to properly say goodbye *or* come back home since he´s a Diamond and deffo on the list of things theyre trying to sweep under the rug and away from the general public at that point
he (illegally) visits them often though! always with fake identities and never staying for too long or getting too close. subtly helping wherever he can, food, money, supplies... he finds out they had another son a while later, he always wanted a little brother...
(And this is where the OC brainrot demons took over agdhsgdhgs)
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it´s a sunny, breezy spring afternoon. Over half a lifetime has passed since he first left home, his brother already married and had children of his own.
The family is together today, no one dares say why, but Blake knows, he´s sure everyone knows. His mother´s health hasn´t been the best for years now, but it´s really been on a nosedive these last couple weeks. From this distance, he can tell theres a freshly made rhubarb pie on the table, his mother´s favorite, and a vegetable stew brewing in the fireplace. it´s a little different, the ratios are probably off and he´s sure they´ve added a new ingredient, squash, maybe?
Anyways he always hated that stew, he´s sure a little change won´t be able to fix that, the carrots were always a little undercooked and the potatoes were always too big, and whatever spices his mother added always came with the threat of dirt crunching on your teeth, they'd always have to bribe him with a trip to the library and-
He finally registers the tears streaming down his face and hastily wipes them away. Its a miracle no one's noticed him yet, he's been stood here for way too long.
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That night, he sneaks his way into her room, he doesnt care if he´s getting an earful and a half from Sage and Gwen later, this is more important, he'll take whatever consequence he has to.
His Dad isnt there, he´s in the living room placating one of his precious grandchildren, whos kicking up a fuss over the creaky sounds of the woods sounding like "big scary monsters with sticks", whatever that means...
Blake stands before his mother, sleeping peacefully aside from her shallow breaths.
It´s the first time he´s seen her up close in several decades. Her once dark brown hair now almost completely white, her face as beautiful as ever but now adorned with the blatantly obvious signs of age, the way she always smiled permanently etched into the wrinkles of her face even while resting. Her once strong and firm hands, fit for a hard worker, now wrinkled and frail, yet still bearing the scar from that nasty injury she got while protecting him from the Void, the reason he left home in the first place.
Blake takes her hand without thinking (just like he used to when he was a small child, when he´d had a nightmare and was scared of the dark) (Just like he did after they´d been attacked bu the Void then drew it away covered in blood)
He holds on a little tighter, kneeling at the side of her bed. If he wasnt crying before he definitely is now. He has so much to say even if she won't hear it. But he can´t seem to get anything but choked sobs out.
"Blake...?" He´s snapped right out of his thoughts, feeling as if time has slowed down
"Mom?" He replies, barely in a whisper. Blake's heart breaks a little, if the memory spell is wearing off it means her energy is dangerously weak, this is it.
"Oh honey did you have another nightmare?" She weakly outstreches her other hand, gesturing for a hug "Come here"
"Yeah, a nightmare" Blake sinks into her side, holding on as tight as he can without hurting her "I'm okay thought".
"Of course you are, my big, brave boy!"
They stay in silence, aside from his muffled sniffles and sobs. He tries to carve everything from this moment permanently into his brain. Like a heartfelt inscription on a gravestone.
"I'm sorry I took so long" he sobs "I'm so so so sorry"
"You have nothing to be sorry for" She smiles that radiant smile at him, the one that told him everything was going to be okay "you're here" She ruffles his hair sootingly "you're home"
"I missed you so much mom, I love you, i-"
"It's okay, shh it's okay, we love you too"
Before he can say anything else, he hears footsteps outside the door, with a turn of the knob soon it creaks open, Blake sinks into the shadows before he can be spotted.
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Later, when Sage finds him, culrled up near a tree with a broken swing just outside of town, Blake expects him to berate him, ban him from the entire town or maybe turn him over to the Ensata clan.
He does catch a hint of anger in his expression, but it's quickly replaced with something else, pity? Guilt? Empathy? He doesn't look at him long enough to figure it out
they sit in silence in the cold of the night for hours, until sunlight starts peeking through the tree tops. Then Sage finally speaks up "I should get home, they'll be looking for us soon"
Blake is the first to stand up "lets go then" he dusts himself off, giving one last wipe to his puffy, tear stained mess of a face " no use worrying them over nothing" Blake offers his hand
Sage frowns but still takes his hand.
#throwing this at you bc he really doesnt get much spotlight to tell his story aughhh#also lmao got possessed by the writing demons! also cried hdfsnghsf#i dont expect this to be good but it gets info across so *shrug*#the diamonds make me ill!!#oc: Blake#oc: sage#time's end#diamonds#he watches over his brother and his descendants and keeps tabs on them btw#oc talk
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going on ao3 and looking at your list of fics does irreparable damage to a man
#suddenly i want to update them all#i have to … stay strong …… AUGHHH#AKIRAAAA 🔔 LEAVE ME ALONE 🔔🔔🔔 AUGHHHHH!!!#literally it hurts so much i need to write i Need to write. but#(turns to dust)#crammerposting
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Recent game related things .. hrmm...
#I do like the inconsistency of the first map. that is actually something older but that I re-found and added to my Game Reference stuff#so that when characters reference where they're from I can be accurate. I like that the whole map is kind of shifted up that way. Where the#actual south part doesnt even count as the south since its Too Far and Scary lol. and if you say you're from 'the north' thats basically#like.. one single continent. Though some people do make distinctions like 'north midlands' or etc. still. I like the ways that common#language isn't always precisely accurate like that. and thinking about why a culture would classify things a certain way or etc. etc.#The inventory page is so funny to me because it's literally just the BASe like.. sample layout just to make sure it works properly with 0#actual design into it. just colored rectangles thrown together in MS paint. but what if I like... left it like that.. what if all the other#art in the game and UI is like stylized and fully matching BUT the inventory/journal/etc. screens I just left as plain colored blocks#with random misalignments and black spots and etc gjhbhjj... It looks unfinished in a Funny Contrast way to me.#the wordcounts are just like... my past few days of writing.. I am still not getting 2200 words a day done or whatever I needed. I'm lucky#if it's even half of that .... tee hee.. :3c I do also keep having appointments and other things going on but..grrr...#The full map of the area is probably not necessary but I thought it would be more realisitc if people were able to reference things. Like i#you have people all living in a city area probably at some point someone might mention a neighboring city or some landmark nearby#or etc. so I thought having at least the basic names of what's around for reference would be sensible. A side character mentioning#'oh yeah I don't live here full time I just travel from Marisene sometimes' or whatever makes it seem more like a Real#Fleshed Out Place than people just making vague references like 'the river' or 'i come from a city nearby' or 'i went to a place somewhere#around here' or 'the other city' or etc. lol.. Especially since global cities/global areas are weird as they operate almost like an#independent country within their walls. so it's like a micro country inside of another country usually. just plopped down in some agreed#upon plot of land that won't be too disruptive to the main country around it. That could get very complex depending on the cultural and#political backdrop of where they're placed (though obviously they try to choose the 'easiest' areas possible for it). Asen is a very mild#country without much history of conflict or anything so it's fine. But still interesting that Sifeh and the entire branched out global area#border three other districts of Asen. Which means like 3 times the local representitives you'l have to negotiate with for some major change#or anything. I think one of the 'random characters you can find around the world and have short discussions with just to make the area#feel more populated and real even though theyre not actual important npcs' is going to be a guy who actually serves on the council that#handles running the global areas and he's like.. some perpetually exhausted middle aged elf running around with a clipboard or whatever#ANYWAY...... hrgh... still trying to write when I can....#I WISH so badly that I had the scope for a simple character creation menu and all character interactions would allot for the background#of your player character. And also to have a simple day night cycle where places in the world you explore/people you talk to during the day#have new options or dialogue at night.. BUT alas... I already am so behind on everything as is lol.. aughhh... T o T#As the worlds number one Needless Detail And Complexity Enjoyer i must dilligently prevent myself from adding additional complexity
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sorry tokoyami i haven't thought ab u for like a good few months. ive had a few thoughts ab him recently hes. he's there
#mii talks#NOTEEEE I don't rly like mhas writing. i have my own little thing in my head ab it and the canon is not a big part of it#whyyyy it could have been so much better#AUGHHH idk it's just frustrating bc uraraka could have been so good#she was shaping up to be such a good character after the fight with bakugo#AND WHAT DO WE GETT#sigh idk. whateverrrr#it's ok I can just make my own plot
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"Let's see that smile."
"Cheer up, it might not happen."
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed again?"
Hanzo could list endless ways people loved to comment on his demeanor. On how he didn't smile enough for them. What he should do to simply cheer the fuck up.
At first, he'd bristled. Defensive and a snap, words as sharp as his arrows, hitting bullseye. But he soon learned to tune them out. Words washing over him with a stoic glance, nod in reply. Or sometimes he just fucking ignored them all.
Genji was the one who smiled. Laughed for them both, beaming at a room full of people be knew, didn't, making it bright, and with his laughter, beautiful.
Sometimes he'd observed his brother in quiet, attempting a mimicry of his smile, tracking the movements of gestures, remembering the correct response to a question.
People liked Genji. They were at ease with him, even those who had yet to see him unmask, bursting with a thousand questions about his hybrid body. People liked being near him, requesting his company again and again.
People didn't like Hanzo. And sometimes he just wanted to know why.
The answers came to him without an ask. It seemed there were many in Overwatch who had no qualms about telling him why.
He'd heard enough by the second month and he no longer cared to know why.
Solitude, as always, was his friend. Comfort at the beginning, and the only thing he'll have in the end. So he'd long made acquaintance with her, learning the rhythms of her silence, her colours of serenity, and at times, suffocation.
What she felt like in the morning, dewy and quivering at that hour between sleep, between wake.
At afternoon, lazy and helping him draw the lines of a new bow in wood, a hand to guide.
And then, evening. Rooftop scattered in broken arrows to fix. Rattling with empty liquor bottles. A shred of cloth. Here, she was cool and the colour blue. A blanket for the sounds below where others laughed, drank, understood together.
Hanzo tried to understand together, more. Once he'd learned the names of the others, and they his. Finally pushing past Shimada to Hanzo (Genji had always been Genji).
So here he was. Together in the quiet of evening, a sofa to himself as he drank. Legs crossed elegant, watching Pharah tell some tall tale or other. Angela rolling her eyes. Ana correcting her, quietly saying something in Arabic that made Pharah frown. Morrison was hooked on her every word. Hana tapping on her phone, nodding like she was listening.
And then, Niran.
There was something about him that Hanzo didn't understand. At least that was why he kept looking, right? An observation in social etiquette and simply, curiosity.
Hanzo thought he and Genji would hit it off. Two relaxed souls who love people, with smiles as big as their bleeding fucking hearts. Maybe they had, and he hadn't been around enough to see, to care.
But Niran had often taken the seat next to him at meals, travelling, asking him questions about base, their mission, Overwatch that anyone would know. But it seemed he wanted Hanzo's answer, opinion.
No-one else did, and he didn't understand why Niran did.
When passing him in the corridors, Niran's look always lingered. Warm, curious, welcoming, something else.
"May I?" Then Niran is here, taking a seat and drink without answer.
Hanzo tries to act surprised at his intrusion, unwilling to admit he'd traced his movements close enough to count his steps from the others to here.
He walks smooth, heels barely touching the ground. A strange grace and glide that reminded Hanzo of a dancer.
Maybe that was just the alcohol.
"Seems like you already are." Hanzo says, looking forward, imagining Niran's smile even though it's right here.
"I must say, this sofa is far more comfortable than the others." Niran drinks, crossing his legs in echo. But turned to Hanzo, not away. "I can see why you're over here." Tilts his drink. "Or feel." There's a laugh as he sinks back into the cushion, white hair like wings, spreading behind his head, crowning shoulders, Hanzo's arm.
What does it feel like?
Hanzo stares ahead, imagining it slip through his fingers, even though it's right here.
There's minutes that pass where they say nothing, and just drink. Niran's bare foot idly bouncing up, down. He points it in a stretch now and then, close enough to touch.
Hanzo snatches an impulse to touch when he sees the low light simmer over a toe ring.
Ridiculous.
"This is nice." Niran's voice is close. It's quiet.
"You couldn't afford it."
He feels more than sees Niran smile. And how it blooms to a laugh.
"I wasn't talking about the drink."
No one can hear them, but it's still a voice only Hanzo could ever hear.
Hanzo turns at last, and everything he was imagining scatters, petals plucked to nothing, because it is compared to what's right here.
He doesn't know why, but it's then when Hanzo realizes Niran has never asked him to smile.
"It is...nice." His last word is small. Lost, when he feels Niran's knee touch his own. When his hair mimics the curves of the dragon on his arm.
And then, he knows what it feels like to touch, falling between his fingers.
#niran pruksamanee#hanzo shimada#overwatch fanfiction#overwatch#lifeweaver#hanzo x niran#hanzo x lifeweaver#overwatch niran#lifeweaver x hanzo#niran x hanzo#and also a lot of hanzo introspective bullshit#he's so much easier to write for me than lifeweaver but aughhh#niran ilusm#hanzo being hanzo#niran just a gem#drabble#someone please help hanzo hes a fucken mess
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i'm so normal about all the things swimming around in my head right now, i'm chewing on the walls
#born to christen the new sketchbook with cool things#forced to write out backstory#I love DnD I love playing it I love my characters I love character building in a vacuum#BUT#as soon as I have a group and need to be ready in a week I die#inner critic at volume 100 every idea I ever had is bad actually and I keep getting lost in details#'divination wizard that studies divination to figure out how to evade a prophecy' sounds so fun on paper#especially with the added flavor of 'they're from a cult devoted to the god of divination and left them behind for this'#but like#to fill that out#aughhh#is the person that would be harmed in the prophecy a sibling or friend?#are they part of the cult or not?#who are the people in the cult?#what's the family situation actually?#so much to consider#I'm thinking maybe in the cult and really devoted so they don't want to leave and will resent my character for trying to save them#but still sibling or friend?#mh#honestly chances are this will have very minor involvement actually because the campaign is in one city and they hail from a different one#but still#I'm just rambling to the void cause it helps me think lmao#congrats to whoever actually reads my tags#I also haven't even decided if I play a gnome or dragonborn or maybe a tiefling afterall agh#tbf that has little bearing on the character but that's the ISSUE I have nothing to tie in
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I love this man sm..
kaveh x reader, platonic fluff <3
hints of kavetham and the end
You and Kaveh known eachother since you were little.
"Kaveh, You need to stop thinking about Alhaitam. I know it's hard, but you need to atleast try to get on good terms with him."
"[Name], I have been trying! He just makes it hard." Kaveh huffed, taking a sip of his wine.
"He just wants a reaction from you. Don't let him into your head. Uhm, how about we find something better to do! What do you usually do in your freetime?"
"Drink," Kaveh simply answered, looking at you like you should've known that.
"Wow. You surely are a happy person. Oh! I have an idea, is Tighnari doing anything? We could talk with him for some advice."
"No. I just wanna spend time with you..." Kaveh said the last few words quietly, as if he didn't want you to hear.
Lucky you, you heard exactly what he said, it made you feel special, really special.
"Come on then, I have just a place."
"Wait [Name], you heard that?!" Kaveh turned completely red, quivering in his words.
"Don't be embarrassed, It was nice of you." You grabbed his hand, leaving the tavern.
"Where are we even going..?" Kaveh grumbled.
"That would ruin it! Lighten up a little," You smiled at him. That right moment Kaveh felt extremely warm, tightening his hold on your hand.
You both traveled all the way to Mawtiyima Forest, when you reached your destination, upon a tall blue mushroom, it was already sundown. Pink clouds in the sky and a beautiful sunset in sight.
"I always go here to calm my thoughts. Mawtiyima forest is so beautiful," You spoke, glancing at him.
Kaveh only nodded, he was focused on the sunset.
"Beautiful isn't it?" You smiled, resting your head on Kaveh's shoulder.
"Mhm." Kaveh breathed out, you finally succeeded on taking his mind on something else other than stress. And man, did that make you feel accomplished.
"You know, what if Alhaitam had a crush on you, Kaveh?" You suddenly blurted out.
"A–A crush?!? Your kidding, right? No way he would have a crush on me!" Kaveh was really defensive on the situation, making you grin.
"No, think about it. He lets you live in his house, pisses you off a lot, and any average person would assume your a married couple. Remember that one time when a married couple walked by and said you two acted like them? Funny times."
"H–Hey! We do not act like a married couple!"
"Uhuh." You smirked at him, poking his forehead.
"I- Maybe he does.."
"That's the spirit." You hugged him tightly, he hugged you back harder.
"Thank you, [Name]."
"The hell are you thanking me for?"
#kaveh#kaveh x y/n#kaveh x reader#genshin impact#fluff#kaveh fluff#platonic#kaveh platonic fluff#kaveh x reader fluff#kaveh x reader platonic fluff#aughhh#i love kaveh so much#cosmic☆writes
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the moment i knew american vandal understood what it was like to be a high schooler more than any other show ive ever seen was when they pulled up the heyy with two y’s chart
#american vandal#the writing is SO good. I felt like I knew every character which is. aughhh.#like everything that happens in s1 felt like it could’ve happen in my american public school#i knew a kid like dylan i knew a kid like christa i knew every single one of those teachers#my friend who went to a private school said she felt the same for s2#it’s just. so good. there’s so much depth to everyone and everything
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Uehff I haven't played hsr in so long but boothill makes me cry sm
REIA UR SOOO REAL i love him sm but he makes me so sad 😓😓
he deserves the universe
#i felt better about accidentally getting his copies#i didn’t think i’d like him this much but here i am#i should write dadhill#hyv ate w his character i love him sm HE NEEDS MORE ACREENTIME AUGHHHE#boothill quest when#i got so excited when i saw him in the new quest but i have a hunch we’re never gonna see. him like ever again 😭😭😭😭😭😭🙍🙍🙍#inbox 💌#precious moots!#reia!
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Suffering
#aughhh#taking moments between writing to complain#i have so much to do tmrw#but i know getting this done means either no or very little sleep tonight#screeching into the void#augh#ough#guh#bwuh#oc ghost
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sooo many thoughts about this scene from the 99 anime
#hxh#killua experiencing parental love & affection for the first time aughhh......#he falls asleep on the job & so Gon's grandma carries him to his bed gently enough to not wake him.#can you imagine what wouldve happened if he'd 'fallen asleep on the job' at his own house?#like Mito isn't a perfect parental figure by any means but she was FOURTEEN when Gon came into her care#even though she messes up a lot & acts immaturely she clearly tries so hard and cares so much about Gon#both things that Killua never got to experience before this. his family only wants to control and use him.#I can't imagine they were ever the ones to cut his hair. they've never treated him with any sort of gentleness in their lives#i'm writing too many tags rant over
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